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Greykin

The Traitors. Snakespawn. Deathkin. The Enemy. The Greykin are the most reviled race on the Cradle, places that accept Orcs, and even Wylks will shoot Greykin on sight. That is the legacy of their empire which once stretched across the entire world. They were created by the Star God to explore other realms, slipping through the cracks of reality to see what existed beyond the Cradle itself, and were ensnared by the Naga Lords who waited in the Darkness.

Although the empire was brought down by the invasion of the Kind and rebellion from within, the Naga lords killed or, in the case of Falmak, chased out from the cradle, the Greykin culture still reveres and worships the Snake-lords, and behind the high walls of their dominion, still rule over kith, kin and kind as masters. They still perform raids on coastal towns, burning and taking slaves and claiming that their time will rise again.

For those lucky enough to have survived a raid of Greykin, they are surprisingly normal to see. Similar in stature to Highkin, though with ears sometimes reaching a foot in length, they have ash-grey skin and bone-white hair, preferring to dress in light, leather armor rather than heavy metal. Their eyes, however, betray the pollution they accepted into their blood from the Snake lords.  Acid green, blood red, or sickly yellow, with slitted, serpentine pupils, the stare of a Greykin is in itself a fearful sight.

They are stronger in magic than any of the other races, fire, ice and darkness oozing from their fingertips, the legacy of Naga blood in their veins reacting to the Star-God’s. The cost, though, is their lives, they live far shorter lives than other Kin, and their minds, naturally twisting their thoughts towards cruelty and evil.

The Greykin are nigh unstoppable, excelling in the fields of war, through their magic, their willpower, and their corrupted minds. But if one were to penetrate the arcane protections surrounding a Greykin, to do so without alerting the vile thing of its presence, and to strike a mighty blow upon the things physical body, the thing would perish, as with any of the creatures of this world, and indeed perhaps quicker and with less struggle than the more virtuous upon the cradle.